ROSY LOVE’s Reviews > Poetry On Ice > Status Update

“I can feel you when I move, Ant,” he whispers. “I can feel where you were last night and what you did to me. I can feel you when I walk… When I move my legs.” He kisses me again, this time on my neck. And this time, he chases the kiss with a slow stroke of his tongue along my earlobe. “I’m going to feel where you were when I’m on the ice later, And I want you to know that.”

He is such a slut I can't 😭

Are you sure this is your first time with dick😭

Ohhhhhhhh u in love n u can't have him that's why u hateful 🤣